We sat on the sidewalk; laughter filled the entire street. As the street lights shined on us from directly above, his face sparkled under the yellow light. He was beautiful, we were infinite.
I laughed. We were both tipsy from the red wine we've stolen from my parents' wine cabinet. I would be in so much trouble if they found out, but I was turning sixteen in a few days, I couldn't care less. We were young and reckless.
I finally collapse on the ground, tired from laughing so much. I look up as he leaned down. Our lips collided and a wave of serenity washed over me. It feels like this was where I was meant to be; it felt like home. When our lips parted ways, I could still feel the bitterness on my tongue, and they never met again.
He lighted up a cigarette and handed it to me. I told him I don't smoke but he asked me to try. And so, I did. I choked on the burning sensation in my throat. But my smoke-filled lungs didn't matter because I received validation from the one I loved. I tried it for him. I tried to be what he wanted.
He looked at me, with those soft and gentle eyes. We just gazed into each others' eyes for a moment before he spoke up, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
My heart broke.
No comments:
Post a Comment